Candyman, Directed by Bernard Rose, 1992
So you've got Tony Todd as Candyman, a hook-handed evil force who appears when you say his name in front of a mirror and gives out free Surprise Disembowelings. You've got Virginia Madsen as a college professor researching urban legends who learns the hard way that pissing off hook-handed evil forces will negatively affect your life. You've got a story by Clive Barker. You've got Xander Berkeley being Xander Berkeley. What's there not to like?
I'll give Candyman a cautious recommendation if you like hook-handed evil forces, Tony Todd, Virgina Madsen or Surprise Disembowelings, but it's far from a fully successful film. The first act is so slow going and monotonous that the wickedly clever second half doesn't have the punch it deserves. The concept of a villain who can only exist because people fear and believe in him is fascinating, but it's not explored nearly well enough (and even though he's the main villain, Todd still feels criminally underused). I can't believe I'm saying this, but...a smart filmmaker could take this concept and make a killer remake. Please don't hurt me.